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The Soothing Rub – A classic. Wide circles all over. An affectionate indulgence after a big meal, ensuring that everything settles comfortably.

The Helping Rub – Similar to the Soothing Rub, but given while still eating to help ease aches and make room. May include some special focus on the swollen place just under the ribs.

The Tummy Hold – Comforting contact for a tummy that’s not feeling so good, or support for one that’s just very, very heavy. In the latter situation, gentle pats may be included.

The Side Rub – Tummy too full to want to be pressed on directly? Enter the side rub. Feels amazingly good without adding any unwanted pressure.

The Relaxing Rub – Specially designed to help ease all the extra tight places. Combines side rubs with thumbs stroked gently along the place where the bulge of fullness meets the ribs.

It’s a Saturday night and you have convinced him to let you stuff him one last time before he heads out on his business trip. In preparation for the event you have made lasagna, with sausage, ground beef, and pepperoni and four kinds of cheese as well as a large chocolate cake filled with mousse. He wears a suit, jacket, belt, and all and you tie his wrists behind him with a silk tie. His belly, usually slightly visible has shrunk in the last few weeks as his workout regimen has intensified and you smirk at him, imagining what he will look like in a few hours when he’s too full to walk. 

By the time you have finished stuffing every last bite into him, the buttons from his high-end shirt are littered on the floor and his pants look as though the waistband may explode. You give his swollen belly a pat and he lets out a wet burp, wincing in pain as his gut jiggles. “What a pig you are.” You tease, straddling him and placing your hands on either side of his big gut. He groans and you feel his manhood harden beneath you. You kiss him on the lips and take his bottom lip in between your teeth, pulling on it. He twitches beneath you. 

You pull away from him and examine his belly. It is hard and round, any sign of softness disappeared. He groans as you slide your fingers over the surface, hardly offering any relief from his fullness. “Baby…” He moans, burping again and nearly gagging as cake tries to crawl up his throat. “oooh, my belly…” 

You grin at him, observing the damage you have done to him with pleasure. “Does my piggy need belly rubs?” you ask, twirling a finger in his navel. His only response is a groan. With deliberate slowness you get up from his lap and untie his hands. “Well piggy,” you say bending over to pick up a stray napkin and setting it on the counter, “I’m going to take a bath if you’d like to join me.” His eyes widen instantly and he struggles to rise from the chair. You give his belly a final pat and head into the bathroom to prepare the bath. Eventually, he makes his way to the bathroom, still wearing pieces of his clothing. You are already naked, and you watch as his eyes widen when he takes in your figure. You can see the outline of his manhood straining against his pants. You go to him and undo the button on his dress slacks. His lower belly spills out as you undo the zipper and pull the pants down. You yank down his boxers and take him into your mouth, licking the head and running a hand down the shaft. He lets out a moan followed by a deep burp. You get back to your feet and help him take off his shirt and jacket before guiding him to the tub. 

There he is. A bloated squirming piggy, flat on his back in your bed. His fat tummy jiggles as he tries to sit up, or even reach for his bloated middle. You examine him from the doorway of your bedroom, impressed that he managed to make it all the way to the bed. You’d expected him to collapse on the couch like last time. Instead, the promise of a pleasurable night in bed convinced him to make the extra effort to get there. 

You slip into the room, so quietly that he doesn’t even notice you until you climb onto him. He lets out an audible groan as you straddle his lower belly between your legs, almost touching his manhood. You can feel him harden against you. Paying no attention to the desire forming between your own legs, you place both hands on his swollen middle, stroking the taut fabric beneath your fingers. He lets out a shuddering gasp and the soft strokes. “More…” he begs, desperately arching his belly into your palms. You smirk at him.

“I’m the one calling the shots here, piggy.” You remind him, smacking the side of his belly with one hand. He lets out a deep moan and clutches at his bloated sides. His tight white shirt has ridden up his belly, to sit just above his belly button. You bow your head to catch the material in your teeth and drag it further up his torso. Your hands follow your mouth, rubbing intentionally firm circles on his swollen tummy. Pleasure sounds leave his mouth and he twitches beneath your thighs. 

You press your palms into his softer upper belly, sending burps into his throat. he releases them and blushes bright pink. You pat his belly and smile. As you begin to massage his swollen sides you gently move your hips in a circular motion, causing him to groan and lift his own hips to meet yours. He lets out a few more belches, each one deflating his massive gut slightly. You continue to grind against him as you massage his tummy. 

There he is, seated on the couch, surrounded by junk food wrappers. He’s halfway through a McDonald’s burger when you open the door and find him. He blushes bright pink and instantly sets it down. “Babe…” he says through a mouthful of food, “I thought you were at the gym.” You give him a disapproving look and let your hair down from its ponytail.

“I was at the gym.” You say, shaking your head and looking him over. “It’s nearly 9:00pm.” He blushes a darker pink and swallows hard. His shirt has ridden up over a swollen belly and his mouth is covered in chocolate and grease. “I thought we’d agreed that we were eating healthier.” You say, walking over to him to pick up a candy bar wrapper disapprovingly. He nods, bashfully.

“Yea…babe…I was just hungry.” His stomach lets out a loud overstuffed gurgle and you make up your mind. If he wants to eat all this food, then you will make sure none of it goes to waste. 

“Okay babe, better eat up then.” You say, and he looks at you with a smile on his face. 

“Really babe? You’re not mad?” You shake your head.

“I’m gonna go shower, make sure you eat it all. No food waste, remember?” He nods excitedly and you head to the bathroom.

When you get back from the shower, you find him stretched out on the couch, rubbing his belly with one hand. He looks completely stuffed, but you notice that not all the food is gone. “Babe,” you say, sitting down beside him, “I thought I told you to eat all of this.” 

He looks at you, his eyes glazed over and shakes his head. “I can’t….” he burps slightly and pats his belly, “I’m too full.” You frown at him.

“Well, maybe I can help you out.” You pick up a candy bar and peel back the wrapper. Then you hold it to his lips. “Eat.” You say firmly. He looks a bit taken aback, but he opens his mouth and begins to eat. You feed him three more candy bars before bringing a half-empty can of coke to his lips. He shakes his head, but one look from you has him opening his mouth and guzzling it down. Once he finishes that, all that’s left is a quart of ice cream. 

“Sit up,” you say, mercilessly ignoring his obvious bellyache. He obliges, slowly and with many moans, and you hand him the mostly melted ice cream. “Drink.” you tell him.

“Baby, I can’t.” he whines, helplessly rubbing his swollen belly.  

“You bought all of this, so you have to eat it all.” You say, tipping the ice cream so it spills into his mouth and down his chin. Slowly he begins to drink, the cream gathering in the corners of his mouth. He stifles hiccups and keeps drinking, his eyes shut in pain. When he finishes he leans back, completely stuffed and defeated. You examine him.

His shirt is barely covering his chest now, and his belly protrudes from it like a large ball. You give it a solid pat and he cringes away from the touch with a groan. “Babe, please.” he moans, his hand resting on the top of his belly. “My belly really hurts, please be gentle.” He lets out a large burp and his forehead wrinkles. 

“Oooh,” he moans, “oooh I’m going to be sick.” You shake your head. 

“Not on my watch.” You tell him sternly. “That food is not going to waste.” 

“Baby, I’m tired.” He whined, patting his stuffed belly and looking at her with sleepy eyes. She kissed his cheek and rubbed a soothing hand over his taut belly. He leaned into her touch, desperate for belly rubs. 

“Alright,” she said, giving him another gentle rub, “let’s go to bed then.” She helped him up from the couch and he waddled into the bedroom. There, she helped him remove his tight white shirt and change into his boxers, all the while stroking his big belly. He collapsed into bed and she followed him, laying her head on his belly as he drifted off to sleep. 

She loved to listen to the sounds his poor belly made while it tried to digest all the heavy food he ate. His lower belly gurgled loudly and he stirred slightly, moaning in pain. She stroked her hand over his bulging lower belly, massaging away the ache. The gurgles vibrated under her hand, happily moving the food through his intestines. 

He lays in the center of your bed, his belly sticking up in the air. You circle his navel with one delicate finger and he lets out a shaky moan. “You’ve been a naughty piggy,”  you coo, mounting his hips and grinding against his manhood. He moans again, this time half pleasure and half pain. A loud rumble sounds from his belly and he winces. 

“I-I’m sorry,” he mumbles, rubbing at the pain. “My belly really really hurts, I don’t know if I can–” a deep burp cuts him off. Instantly you see the pain that he’s in and slide off of his hips. You gently remove his shirt and plant kisses on his taut belly. He forces a smile and closes his eyes. You undo his belt and unzip his pants, releasing his lower belly. He lets out a soft groan and you immediately begin to massage there. He guides your hands to where the pain is the worst and you press a kiss to the tight skin.

This continues for almost an hour until he is feeling well enough to sit up. Then you resume your position on his hips, with your hands pressing into his stuffed belly. He lets out a long burp and you grin at him. “Are you feeling better?” You ask, bending your head to nip at his belly skin. He nods, placing one of his hands on his bloated stomach and the other on your cheek. He looks at you and then at your chest. You grin.

“May I?” He asks and you nod. Delicately he unbuttons the front of your shirt, revealing a lacey black bra. His eyes widen a bit and you smack his tummy.